Sweetest Poison

Sweetest poison

Mob!Nat x gn!reader

a/n I have no clue what this is, but i hope you enjoy reading this <3

summary: You’re supposed to hate Natasha, then why do you want to kiss her?

warnings: kissing, knives, slight mentions of blood

The cool metal of your knife pressed into the soft skin of Natasha’s neck, but it never pushed further and bought blood to the surface. Your hand was trembling and you tried not to make it obvious, you couldn’t give her the upper hand.

But Natasha leaned against the wall with a smirk, not caring that death was seconds away from snatching the soul from her body. Because the infamous Natasha Romanoff was fearless, she would stare death straight into the eyes and threaten it if she could.

For years, you had imagined what it would be like to hold the fate of Natasha’s life in your hands. You had expected it to be satisfying, not disappointing. You were incapable of doing the one thing you had dreamed of. It was sadistic, yes, but she was Natasha, that’s what made it okay.

But Natasha, she wasn’t scared, she had purposefully put herself in this position. She knew you would never be able to do it, but she wanted to see it for herself. Wanted to see the look of dismay that fell across your face too when you realised it.

A menacing laugh sliced through the silence “You can’t do it, can you?”

“Y- yes i can”

“You hate to admit it, but you like me”

You scoffed “Why would i like you?”

In one swift movement she had you pinned against the wall with the knife you had been previously holding pressing into the pulse point of your neck. The upper hand you had previously gained had been stolen from your grasp. And now you lay vulnerable before Natasha. You were a helpless bunny in front of the lioness.

Her lips hovered near your ear as she spoke “Because you like this game of cat and mouse we play”

“I only indulge in this game because i have to”

“Don’t fool yourself sweetheart. Aren’t you tired of it. Constantly trying to catch me and failing”

“I don’t-

“Shhh, I’m talking. Why do you always try to get me? hm. I don’t think it’s because you hate me”

“It is because i hate you” you argued fruitlessly

Her hand caresses your cheek and the familiar heat that rushed up your body whenever she touched you was there again.

“Is this what hate feels like darling? Tell me, why does your heart rate always increase and why do your pupils dilate every time i touch you?”

You stayed silent as the sound of your heavy breathing filled the room.

Another cruel laugh cut through the silence “You’re not saying anything because you know i’m right”

“You’re not right” you breathed out

She cocked her head as she observed you “Then tell me, would you say no if i asked to kiss you?”

Saying the word would be easy, but would you mean it? Probably not. But you couldn’t let her know that, not in a million years.

“I would say no” you replied with as much confidence as you could muster.

Her face moved an inch closer to you before she snarled “Liar”

“Lies don’t flow off my tongue as smooth as silk unlike you Romanoff” you snarked

Again her face moved closer to yours and now her lips were almost brushing against yours, an atoms width lay between them “What about now? Would you still say no?”

You wanted to say no. But that was hard when she was so close to you and the expensive scent of her chanel perfume invaded your senses. Her lips were so close to yours that it had made your thoughts hazy, there was only one thing on your mind. To kiss Natasha Romanoff, the woman you were supposed to hate with every fibre of your being.

“No, i wouldn’t” you whispered the words. Partly because a small part of you didn’t want her to hear and partly because admitting it was scary, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak louder.

Her lips crashed onto yours. How could you hate someone when their lips tasted so sweet? Many called her the devil. No one told you kissing the devil would be the most blissful feeling your body would encounter. It was hard to believe she was a mafia boss when her hands caressed your sides so gently, like you would break at a single touch from her. You probably would, those hands had caused a lot of damage before.

She pulled away with a cocky grin etched on her lips, a sharp contrast to your breathless state.

“I’ll see you around detective. Maybe next time you can give me a kiss hello”

With that said, she started walking away without waiting for your response. Maybe she already knew what you were going to say next, she was always two steps ahead of you, something that frustrated you to no end before.

“Wait, Natasha” you called out

She halted her movements and turned around to look at you.

“What- What about a goodbye kiss?”

You felt a tiny bit pathetic, but after one kiss you were addicted, her lips were the sweetest poison.

She smirked “I thought you’d never ask”

tagging: @witlessficcer @winters-witch-bitch @evilcr0ne @thebijesus @suckerfornatstits happy reading <3

crying. this is so soft

Beach Day

Yelena Belova x Reader

1.4 k words

not a request, but if you want to request anything, drop it in my inbox. :)

this is actually fluffy in contrast to my urge to make some angst today and tomorrow.

pchelka: little bee

Yelena grinned slightly as she glanced your way briefly, returning her eyes back to the road. Sometime, during the drive to the beach, you had dozed off slightly. Biting her lip, she placed a gentle hand on your thigh. This woke you up slightly as you took that hand, intertwining your fingers to her briefly, before holding it to your chest. It was almost like you were cuddling it, but instead it was a tired attempt of cuddling her hand to you. Turning your head, your eyes were now open, looking at the girl who brought up wanting to take you here. She had seen the beach in some pamphlet, spotting a nice hotel to stay in where the beach was right behind it. She squeezed your hand as she parked her car.

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to check in.” She said, leaning over to you. She tilted your chin up slightly before kissing you deeply. You hummed in the kiss before she pulled away. Watching her walk away from the vehicle, your lips turned upwards as you let out a noise. Your heartbeat was still beating quickly in your chest and your head was spinning. A feeling only she gave you. Getting out, you grabbed the keys, taking out the suitcases. You wanted to have everything ready for her when she got back. “Aren’t you supposed to be getting pampered by me?”

Your head snapped up as you closed the trunk. A smile hit your lips, a smile instantly returned. Rolling the bags as you walked over to her, you kissed her cheek. “Why, Miss Belova, if you’re pampering me, let me pamper you back. This is a couples trip. Let’s just… I don’t know… Pamper each other.” You rolled passed her playfully. She caught up, a grin laying on her lips comfortably. She led you to your hotel room as you teased each other lovingly the whole way to the room. As the door opened, the two of you gasped. The curtains were wide open and there was a breathtaking view of the ocean. You grinned as you raced to the window, looking down excitedly. Yelena couldn’t hold back her chuckle at your child-like reaction.

Approaching you from behind, she placed a hand on your back sweetly. You leaned into her side for a moment as she pressed a long kiss to your temple. Smiling widely, you let her. You felt an enormous amount of bliss fill you at her touch. A single touch could make you feel like your were the only girl in the world. “Let’s go down there, pchelka.” Yelena whispered, looking up at you. The sun was setting, making the skies a soft shade of orange and red. Looking back to the beautiful skies, you nodded. You reached into your suitcase before pulling out a beach blanket as you took your hand. Leading you to the beach, she grinned widely. A grin that usually meant she had something up her sleeve.

Looking at her suspiciously, you approached the perfect spot. Putting the towel down, you sat down happily. You let the feeling of the beach settle in before you brought up anything. “So,” you looked over at her curiously, making her catch your eye, “are you going to tell me what you did? I know that grin anywhere.” You turned your body to her. You were only met with a small smirk as she shook her head. Rolling your eyes playfully, you looked back out to the ocean. You were completely oblivious to the blonde staring at you with a certain sparkle to her eyes.

Wrapping an arm around you, she forced herself to look away from you. She didn’t want to though. She enjoyed admiring you. Your smile as you do even simple things. The smile that made her have butterflies flutter in her stomach everytime. “You know, I love you. I love you so much.” She said suddenly, her eyes staring at the waves crashing upon the shores gracefully. You look at her, about to respond before she interrupted you gently. “You’re beautiful. You’re kind, caring, resilient. You’re my world and more. I knew from the day that I met you that you were the one from me. I knew I was going to marry you from day one. Did you?” Again, a question she didn’t let you finish as she continued to talk. But, yes, you knew too.

“You make me happy, (Y/n). You’re special to me. I never knew I could find love until I met you. At first, I wasn’t sure that I even deserved to be loved, but you convinced me otherwise. And, I’m so glad you did because I honestly couldn’t imagine my life without you. You’re this daily presence that I never want to go away. I always want you with me. When either of us are on a mission, it absolutely kills me because I know I’m going to have to sleep in a seperate beds, worlds away from you. I can’t help but always want to remain close to you. You changed me for the better. So, I guess I should get to my real point. I want to spend tomorrow with you, too. I want to spend every day for the rest of our lives with you. I want to have a home with you, maybe even kids. I want to be your wife. I want to be your one and only. So, (Y/n), my love? Will you be my one and only? Will you marry me?”

Your jaw dropped at her speech and her question. You didn’t even noticed the ruby red ring in her hand. A ring that most likely was a set reminder that she was once a black widow but a reminder mainly of her for when she was away. Swallowing thickly, you tried to wipe your never ending tears away. “Yes,” you breathed, the smile never dropping as you fell into her arms. She quickly gathered you up at that moment before kissing you passionately. She pulled away for a moment as she slid the ring in her pocket before you began to laugh. “So, is now a good time to give you this, too?” You pulled out a box, surprising her. She began to laugh as well. You were both very in sync. That much was evident.

“Okay, okay. Let me say my speech. Though, I can’t beat yours.” You sat on your knees facing her. She looked back up at you with watery hazel eyes. “Yelena Belova, I knew from day one that I would either take your last name, you would take mine, or we would hyphenate them. I knew that day that I first saw you that I was going to marry you. The girl who endlessly made me smile and feel things I never knew I could feel. You are everything and more. You are my sun, my moon, and my stars. Your smile lights up the night skies and rivals the sun. Your love makes me feel euphoric. There is no day that I spend without thinking about our future.” You say, licking your lips. You know she was going to say yes, but you were still nervous. She seemed to notice this as she took your hand softly, nodding at you to continue.

“Your the girl who makes me learn more about love every day. Your intelligent, your quick witted, and you’re humorous. You make everyone around you laugh with your strings of sarcasm and fast comebacks. Your breathtaking and strong. You are my today, tomorrow, and future. I want to grow old with you. I want to be all gross and wrinkly with you by my rocking chair, yelling at those random neighbor kids like those old movie couples do. I want to be with you every second of every day for the rest of my life. I know you already told me the same, but I want you to know just how much I mean that. Because you are the only consistent thing I see in my future. You and Fanny. So, will you give me your forever and in return, I’ll give you mine?”

The ring you pull out has a diamond on a gold band. It was beautiful, sure. But, she couldn’t help but stare at your for a long moment because you were more beautiful to her than the ring. “Yes, I’ll give you my forever.” She whispered, leaning in. You laugh softly as your noses bump. Placing the ring on her finger, you press slow kisses to her lips. She smiles at this, her hands moving to your cheeks carefully. “I like how you added Fanny into your speech.” She breaks the kiss, grinning cheekily. You shake your head playfully before moving close to her, leaning your forehead against the woman you would call your forever.

Yelena: Pillow fight!!

Natasha: That’s childish. 

Yelena: *Throws pillow in her general direction*

Natasha: Stand up you coward! You’re about to find out if God is real!

did someone say… siblings

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Natasha: Crushes are the worst.

Y/n: Yeah, whenever I’m near someone I have a crush on I start acting stupid.

Yelena: You always act stupid.

Y/n: Yeah don't think about that too much.

(After Natasha and Y/N break up)

Natasha: What the hell are they doing here?

Yelena: Let me explain. I invited you both here because I-

Y/N: Are you trying to parent trap us? Are you the Lindsay Lohan?!

Yelena: I said let me explain! But that’s exactly right.